Freckles
Sometimes when you’re sitting there aloneAnd you think no one’s looking,I try to count every freckle on your face—Only I’ve never made it all the way Before I have to Read More …
Tag: romantic poetry
Madonna, in Living Fire
I search her.I like to think I know her.She watches me.I like to think she sees inside. It’s easy—too easy—As she sits there, silent, To paint her into my own Read More …
Riding Boots
You always wear the nicest shoes. Patent leather heels with beige soles For the office, Red-soled Louboutins for a night out; Closed-toe, purple suede to match with Your bright pleated Read More …
Southern Belle, Southern Rebel
I don’t know Whether I adore you more Draped in the rich pompousness Of your evening dress— Your scarce figure embraced Jealously by fitted corsets And silk pantalettes— Or whether Read More …